Freedom. Is it really free?
I believe in freedom. I always have. Ever since I was a little girl running around the grassy fields in Aubervilliers. But lately I've been feeling like I'm trapped. I don't know why. I still have all the freedom I have. I can leave whenever I want. I can go anywhere I want. I can do anything I want. But I still feel like I'm trapped in a crystal ball, banging on the sphere from the inside, yelling to get out.
But nobody hears me.
Is this something I'm supposed to go through to be liberated in the end? Or is my life merely an illusion of something perfect, while reality is out there waiting for me? I really don't know what to think right now.
Freedom, come set me free.
But nobody hears me.
Is this something I'm supposed to go through to be liberated in the end? Or is my life merely an illusion of something perfect, while reality is out there waiting for me? I really don't know what to think right now.
Freedom, come set me free.